Chapter 583: Cuckolding King Arthur in Advance? (8k Explosive Update)

"Want to escape? Stay!"

At this moment, Thor, who understood his opponent's intention, decisively raised Thor's hammer, ready to launch another attack and blast through the city wall composed of countless light patterns.

But when Mjolnir took hold of it, the hammer was no longer entangled with the lightning he was familiar with, but a steaming cursed mist - the moment the lightning split the mist, the oak forests of Ireland and the purple shirts of Asgard collided with each other, and the aftermath of the shock spread in all directions.

As the void that could not bear the weight shattered, a cauldron filled with strange soup suddenly overturned in the crack.

The boiling chaos medicine poured into the Irish Sea, and the sea water churned violently. One after another, sea beasts with surging bodies and divinity rushed out of the sea and launched a frenzied attack on the Vanir fleet. They were tireless, insensitive to pain, and not afraid of death. Even if they were blasted into pieces, they could still wriggle half of their bodies and continue to bite the Vanir warriors.

Green mist drifted across the sea, spreading to the tragic battlefield. For a moment, flesh and blood swelled, bones bloomed, and birch forests grew on the bloody earth:

Some of their leaves burn with blazing flames, burning all life within range;

Some roots crawl like snakes and pythons, strangling any living thing that breaks in;

Some are dripping liquid starlight, summoning earth and stone puppets from the depths of the earth...

The Endless Cauldron that breeds and manipulates life?

"Even the Beast God Cernunnos of the Fourth Throne is here..."

Loen muttered to himself, and the flaming sword in his hand turned into a golden band of light, rising into the sky, evaporating the green fog around it that contained the life and curse power of Cernunnos, and then pressed towards the chalk city on the horizon.

Boom!

The sky was filled with thunder, and the howling wind rolled up the low-hanging dark clouds, stirring up sharp air currents. The earth, the void, and life could not stop the advancement of light and fire.

At the same time, on the pure white throne of the tower, Morgan suddenly opened his eyes, the golden green flames in his eyes jumped violently, his silver teeth bit through his cherry lips, and his hands were clenched in front of his chest:

"It ends here, it ends here - defense against the end, defense against rectification!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Under the surging light and flames, the thirteen crystal towers collapsed almost instantly. Then, the light-like outer wall of the Cretaceous City also began to shatter.

But after this brief delay, Morgan's goal had been achieved.

"Cut open the surface and reconstruct the truth - Holy Lance, pull up the anchor!"

Along with the solemn declaration, the thirteen light spears that had completed their mission completely collapsed and shattered, turning into golden light streams and returning to the void. The whole of Ireland seemed to have been dug out of thin air by some invisible force.

The remaining Tuatha de Danaan gods, Celtic warriors and heroes of divine blood in the realm all disappeared in the light.

——The gun at the vanguard, the tower at the end.

——It is the storm anchor that tears the sky apart and connects the earth; it is the wedge of light that stands in the world and supports the continuation of the Celtic God Age;

——The [needle and thread] that [cuts] and [sews] the world together, it turns out that this is the essence of the Holy Spear Rungomyniad.

Loen looked thoughtfully at the ray of light that disappeared into the broken void, and threw the Flame Demon Sword back into the magic array.

"They actually let them escape."

Odin strode over and frowned, not very satisfied with the current result.

On the contrary, Lorne was as calm as ever:

"It doesn't matter. After this battle, one of the three kings of the Tuatha de Danann lost an arm, one was injured, and one died. Nearly 70% of the total military strength was killed or wounded. The four sky islands were also completely destroyed, and the foundation of divinity in Ireland was completely cut off. Even if they can survive, they are definitely no match for us."

No matter how careless the Tuatha de Danann were, they were still the strongest among the strong, having survived several major invasions and established themselves in the Age of Celtic Gods.

It is somewhat unrealistic to want to eat the opponent in one breath.

Odin also figured this out, calmed down, and asked:

"So what do we do next?"

"Order the army to clean up the battlefield as quickly as possible and prepare to move to England. If I'm not mistaken, these remaining soldiers should gather there and make a final desperate resistance."

Lorne answered in a deep voice, his eyes sweeping across the Irish Sea that was almost dyed scarlet, looking far into the south of Britain.

That was the beginning of his coming here, and it will also be the end of everything.

Presumably, his student is waiting for him to come at this moment.

After all, a battle between master and disciple is inevitable.

Luo En shook his head, feeling somewhat sad.

At this moment, the victorious soldiers from the atrium escorted a group of druids past him.

Although Morgan's Holy Spear has the ability to cut through space and reconstruct the world, it also consumes a huge amount of energy. He can only select the best from the stalemate battlefield and take away some key gods, heroes and warriors.

In a hurry, the insignificant druids and Celtic warriors in the royal city of Ulster naturally became captives of the Nordic side.

However, among these dusty prisoners of war, Loen unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.

——It was Princess Granny, with whom he had done PY business.

Even a war between gods of this intensity couldn't take you away. You are really lucky.

Lorne could not help but stand in awe. He waved his hand to stop the team escorting the prisoners, pointed at Granny, and asked the officer beside him:

"Judging from her attire, she should be of some status. Who is she?"

"My lord, she said her name was Fenneville and she was the daughter of Queen Maeve."

The officer replied respectfully.

Fortunately, he was not stupid enough to reveal his true identity and past PY transactions.

Lorne nodded in satisfaction, then sneered at Granny who showed panic at the right time:

"Maeve's daughter? Not necessarily. Let her come with me. I want to interrogate her myself!"

The officer naturally responded to the order of the God of Midgard without hesitation and untied the spell chains on Granny.

A moment later, Lorne led Granny to the tent where the three goddesses of Norn were.

Seeing the presence of three people of the same sex, Granny's tense nerves immediately relaxed a lot.

As the other party's emotions stabilized, Lorne spoke directly:

"Well done, where are my things?"

"Where's the person I want?"

Granny pursed her lips and asked with great courage.

After the previous battle, she had already understood that the man in front of her was a God King from an alien race, with great strength and noble status, and she had no qualifications to negotiate with him.

But for herself and for her beloved Diarmuid, she could not be weak.

Lorne smiled and threw a piece of amber engraved with runes to Granny.

It has to be said that after the previous cooperation, he somewhat admired this princess who knew what she wanted and was willing to work hard.

Now that the matter has been settled, he doesn't mind fulfilling his promise.

"Once you are in a safe place, you can break the amber and awaken this Fianna warrior. As for what to say about what happened on the battlefield, it is up to you."

Looking at Diarmuid sleeping in the amber, Granny breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly took out the [Talisman of Breaking All Laws] from the magic circle and returned it to its owner, Lorne.

The deal was done, and the atmosphere between the two sides became more relaxed.

Out of kindness, Lorne asked casually:

"Next, I will ask the three goddesses of Norn to erase all traces of you and Diarmuid and cover up your existence with death. So, what are your plans next?"

"I'm going to change my place and live under a different name."

"Where are you going?"

"In some remote areas in the north of Britain. The war between gods isn't over yet, and I don't want to get sucked into this vortex."

"A wise choice. What about the new name?"

Granny thought for a moment and replied in a deep voice:

"Just call me Guinevere."

"puff!"

The mead that Loen had just drunk suddenly spurted out, and he turned around to look at the princess with a look of horror.

You? Guinevere? The one who cheated on King Arthur?

Seeing this alien god king who held the power of life and death over her look as if he had seen a ghost, Granny's heart skipped a beat and she asked cautiously:

"This is another transliteration of Fennaville. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Hearing this, Loen's mind was filled with thoughts.

It seems that in a later mythological work called "The Life of Merlin", it is mentioned that Guinevere's name comes from the nickname of "Fenneveld", the daughter of Queen Medb in Irish legend, which is the name that Guinevere pretended to use when she was captured just now.

In addition, King Arthur's wife Guinevere did not appear in the early stories about the Knights of the Round Table. Later, it was not until the publication of the relevant document "The Knight in the Carriage" that Guinevere gradually became an indispensable key figure in the French medieval novels describing Athenian love. Some documents adapted Guinevere's fate into Lancelot obtaining the privilege of marrying Guinevere in a duel that was not bound by the monastery before King Arthur married her in front of the Christian Church.

The real origin of the romantic scandal between Lancelot and King Arthur's Queen Guinevere was the famous tragic love between Diarmuid and Granny.

In other words, the so-called Lancelot and Guinevere did not exist. They were created by later generations. The two people in front of us are the main characters of the story.

The First Knight of the Knights of the Round Table... The Chief Warrior of the Fianna Chapter...

The daughter of Supreme King Cormac... the apple of King Liao Dekuan's eye...

The same political marriage, the same victim being cheated on by a subordinate...

After the affair was exposed, Lancelot led nearly half of the Knights of the Round Table to launch a rebellion in order to rescue Guinevere, which led to the division and decline of the Knights of the Round Table; the Fianna warband to which Diarmuid belonged also fell apart after his death, and the Grand Master Finn was deserted by his friends and relatives...

What is even more unbearable is that during the process of Diarmuid and Lancelot becoming the Green Boss, both the warriors of the Fianna war group and the knights of the Round Table provided private help and together became important promoters of the Green Boss...

As clues continued to converge, pieces of information that corroborated each other formed a complete chain of evidence. The more Loen thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was correct. He looked at Granny and Diarmuid in front of him with a sigh.

So you two are the future legendary Guinevere and Lancelot. My apologies.

Being stared at by that strange gaze made Granny feel a little scared. She couldn't help but move back and asked cautiously:

"Lord Merlin, if you have no other instructions..."

"As for the North, Orkney is a relatively safe place."

Lorne suggested gently, his eyes flickering darkly.

That's right. The Nordic army will next attack the Misty Forest in the south and the Island of Avalon, which is the base camp of the Lake Fairy.

Orkney, far away from the vortex of the war between gods, is indeed safe.

Moreover, if I remember correctly, the growth and success of Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, were inseparable from a key figure - Vivian, the Fairy of the Lake.

His good student was, at this moment, imprisoned in the Tomb of Albion in Orkney.

By the way,

When he made a covenant with Granny, he used Merlin's name and the divine blood he used was that of the good student Vivian.

After all, in that massive war between gods, Loen himself was not sure whether he could completely defeat the Tuatha de Danann, so how could he have the time to take into account the safety of Granny, a nobody.

In order to prevent the Irish princess from being unlucky enough and having the curse transferred to him, he could only use his good student Vivian to take the blame.

Therefore, whether it was helping Diarmuid and the Grand Captain Finn of Granny Green, or using this legend to indirectly slander the future King Arthur, it had nothing to do with Merlin, it was all done by the evil lake fairy Vivian!

If we have the chance to meet in the future, my dear Knight King, please believe me.

Lorne repeated this to another student in his destiny several times, but he still felt uneasy, so he changed his words to Granny in front of him:

"In fact, hiding in Orkney doesn't guarantee that you will be affected. I suggest you go out to sea to a place called 'France'. It should be safer there and no one will disturb your life. There happen to be several small Viking warships of good quality on the coast. If necessary, I can provide you with protection."

"France? Thank you for your kindness. I'll make a note of it."

Granny nodded, and with the help of the three goddesses of Norn, she erased all the information about her and Diarmuid in the Celtic Age of Gods.

After careful consideration, the decisive Irish princess finally decided to follow Lorne's second suggestion. She boarded a small Viking warship docked at the shore, loaded with food, fresh water and magic potions, and sailed into the depths of the vast Irish Sea.

After sending off the ill-fated couple, the three goddesses Lorne and Norn returned to the camp and cooperated with the two major gods, Warner and Asa, to quickly clean up the scene and eliminate the last remaining influence of the Tuatha de Danann on this land.

After spending most of the day, the final work on the battlefield was successfully completed.

Humans, dwarves, and elves boarded the assembled Viking warships one after another, set sail across the sea, and headed straight for the misty forest in the southern border of Britain.

With the victory in the first battle, the high-level combat forces of the Nordic God Age no longer need to hide their tracks.

The guardian god Heimdall blew the horn and opened the rainbow bridge for deploying troops. The assembled Asgard guards, Valkyries, Vanir warriors, Frost Giants, and Mountain Giants stepped into the colorful light band and descended to the new battlefield.

Morgan, my dear student, the final exam is here.

Are you ready?

Lorne murmured softly, and his figure immediately disappeared in a bright light.

(End of this chapter)